“Your hands molded and fashioned me, will You now destroy me completely?
Your hands have made me and formed me. Give me understanding that I may learn Your mitzvot.
Everyone who is called by My Name, whom I created for My glory. I formed him—yes, I made him!”
Is it good for You to oppress, to despise the work of Your hands, while You smile on the plans of the wicked?
It is all the same, therefore I say, ‘He destroys both the blameless and the wicked.’
Who will contend with me? If so, I will be silent and die.
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
He who fashions the hearts of all, who discerns all their deeds.
Know that Adonai, He is God. It is He who has made us, and we are His. We are His people, the sheep of His pasture.
Adonai will fulfill His purpose for me. Your lovingkindness, Adonai, endures forever. Do not abandon the work of Your hands.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw me when I was unformed, and in Your book were written the days that were formed— when not one of them had come to be.
He who crushes me with a storm and multiplies my wounds for no reason.